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The office felt colder than usual. The hum of the air-conditioning filled the silence, but the chill running down your spine had nothing to do with the temperature. It was the man sitting before you—the man you had spent years trying to understand, to love, to hold onto despite the pain.

Brandon Alister. Your husband. Your boss.

And yet, he looked like a stranger now. A neatly stacked document sat on his desk—divorce papers. Your name was beside his, a blank space left for your signature.

Your breath hitched.

"Sign it." His voice was steady, emotionless. No remorse. No explanation. Just an order—like every task he had ever assigned you.

Your heart pounded. Was this how he ended things? After everything? You had fought for this marriage, sacrificed so much, given him all of you—only to be discarded like this.

"What did I do wrong?" The words slipped out before you could stop them.

Brandon barely looked at you, "This isn’t about you."

A bitter laugh escaped your lips. How many times had he said that? How many times had you begged him to talk, to let you in? He never asked for your love, but he never pushed you away either. He let you break yourself for him, knowing he’d never give anything back.

"Tell me," you whispered, pleading now, "Just tell me what I did wrong. I’ll fix it. I’ll be better. Just.. just tell me how you want to be loved."

Then, like always—he buried it.

Brandon leaned back, rubbing his temple as if this conversation was nothing but an inconvenience, "You shouldn’t have to try so hard to love someone."

He wasn’t saying you weren’t enough. He was saying he was never going to let you be. The realization settled deep in your chest, heavier than any pain he had ever caused you before.